Over a Cup of Coffee

I don’t think I’ll write enough to get you through an entire cup of coffee, but I do have some things to share with you and would appreciate your prayers too.

We just said “hasta luego” (“see you later”) to our co-workers, the Prusia family, who spent the past week with us.  It was a great week of fellowship and getting to know each other, seeing and hearing the kids play pretty well all week, sharing ministry ideas, and introducing them to the area a little.  They’re on their way home for next few hours so I’m sure they’d appreciate your prayer for a safe trip (it’s about 3 hours).

The house is a mess and we’re doing some cleaning and compiling and piling laundry.  Tile floors are sticky and spotted with a weeks worth of fun and food and drink.  I’ve heard it said, “This floor is so clean, you could eat off of it.”  We could edit that to “You could eat off our floor, but it isn’t because it’s clean, and I wouldn’t advise it!”

I take Beth back to the orthopedic doctor in Queretaro in a couple hours for a follow-up.  He said that today he would look at it and decide whether she should begin some low-resistant exercises (swimming/stationary bike) or schedule arthroscopic surgery.  I figure we should be good at that kind of therapy.  I have a low resistance for exercise already!  Your prayer for a non-surgical outlook is appreciated.

Finally, my dad took ill last week with a UTI or something.  He lost a lot of blood.  He and Mom spent Christmas Eve (all night) sitting in an ER waiting room.  By morning he was finally looked at and admitted.  Surgery was scheduled on his urinary tract for Sunday morning.  However, by Sunday morning he was having significant problems breathing.  They canceled the surgery, put him in ICU and called in a heart doctor.  The next diagnosis was aortic stenosis (narrowing of the aorta).  This is a life threatening condition.  Things sounded a bit confusing yesterday but by this morning the word was that Dad had suffered a heart attack, has a lot of fluid in his lungs, and the doctor gave him about a 50% chance of surviving the near future. 

Dad is on oxygen and some IVs with antibiotic and diuretics.  I presume they’re trying to clear the lungs.  The heart doctor said he wasn’t concerned at this time with the urinary tract and that it wouldn’t affect what he’s working toward.  If Dad survives the next few days, and if he’s able to breathe on his own, they’ll send him home (catheter in-place) to rest.  Should he regain strength and get to the place where the heart doctor thinks Dad’s body can handle surgery, he’ll address the aorta problem.  Dad has not been able to lie flat for nearly 2 years now.  That has been misdiagnosed as a lung issue.  It appears to be a symptom of the aortic stenosis.  According to what I read on a medical website, once a heart attack takes place that is caused by aortic stenosis, the average life expectancy is between 6 and 24 months.

That’s what I think I understand from here.  It’s always a challenge to be far from home during times like these.  I’d appreciate your prayers for my dad, Art, and for my mom, Joeann, and for the Lord’s will to be done.  Dad and Mom know the Lord and are ready for whatever God has in store.  Mom called me for a few minutes this morning from the hospital room and Dad was awake enough to hear me tell him we’re praying for him.  I heard him say something very softly in reply.

Thanks for your prayers.

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One Response to Over a Cup of Coffee

  1. Ellie says:

    Praying for you all and for your parents. Trust things go well.

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